Biscuits from the Edge #1
Pigeon Standoff
The noticings get cuter every day. A rusty-backed pigeon. We hold our ground.
He is planted on the cliff edge, lazy and inert. Wondering, will she get closer? Will I have to lift this lumbering form aloft?
We await until the last moment. Resentfully he garners all his strength and off he flops. I think I feel a little bit self-satisfied. And then I chastise myself for that. On I walk.
I see another human person on the path ahead.
I divert my course.
I’m not in the mood for other humans today.
There is a thin veil between fantasy and reality. And I am keeping the net curtains drawn.
Midges flap around my nose. Irritating. I was here first and I find myself getting possessive about airspace.
Today, I fancy myself to be some kind of animal whisperer. My encounter with the fat red pigeon probably led me down that path. But now the midges aren’t complying. I’m starting to doubt my abilities.
More research is required.